[Dailydrool] Synthia, Colt, Leia, this and that and Pierre jr., cruiser extraordinary

[jacquelynn chazey]

Dear Drool community,
I join you in sadness  with the passing of Synthia.  We dialogued a little, and I believed her to be a remarkable woman, and she bore many challenges with her rescue efforts.  She will be remarkable, as well, ATB, and I for one will miss her Earth ether, and hugs and love to all those missing her, like I am.  
To Michele, I am so sorry for your loss of Colt, and I know your heartache as  our having gone through cancer treatments with Max (ATB, 12/4/13), and he survived 8 months of treatments, radical as they were, he let us know he was done.  My sister, as he was her heart dog, still beats herself up emotionally wondering if she made the right choice.  I was mostly on hands with him as her job required she travel, and I knew him inside and out, and he was ready.  She is finally crawling out of her guilt, and both she and I both miss Max and Jean Paul (ATB 11/23/13) so much.  Jean Paul, also surviving Cancer for almost 2 years, at the end, couldn't even drink, the day I made the decision for him.  How could I let that go on?   And yet, I feel so guilty.  Please email me off list if you need, but know I am very, very sad for you and yours.  I cherish the stories you shared, and you were such a devoted slave, and there is a reason Colt is needed in Heaven.  He has a lot of great company.  
Oh, Tim, you were the best dad to Leia, and I am so sorry for your loss.  It seems sudden, like what happened to Pierre Sr., and that is harder, but you did what you could do.  Hugs and healing thoughts.
My this and that…  I am exhausted, rough weekend, but Sis is home for a day and a half, and I can snatch an early night's sleep, and she will wrangle the hounds and care for Mom.  On Friday night, when we had thunderstorms, Jellybean, sleeping with me, flooded the bed.  I can't wash the comforter in my machine, and since I was without an aide or my sister, I made a financial sacrifice to have the laundromat clean the comforter.  It cost $30 big bucks for this service, and the outcome was wonderful, but I wouldn't spend that again if I didn't have to do so.  The operator finished the job early, and when I picked it up, she said "see you soon", and I was saying to myself, this is not a jinx, this is not a jinx, this is not a jinx.
Anyway, I had Jellybean in bed again last night, and I almost put her diaper on, but, instead, I put a bunch of protective layers on the bed.Of course, during the night, she rearranged the layers, and there was another pee spot on the comforter this am.  It was small, not a flood, so I spot treated it.  Sigh, she can't help it, I can't be mad, all this stuff just makes me tired, however.
Jr. is on a limited ingredient diet.  I must be starving him.  He broke into the fridge tonight, and he landed a wonderful, cooked to perfection, on the menu for my sister's and my dinner tomorrow,  baked potato.  I don't think that is terrible for him, but how in the heck does he figure out how to open the fridge.  This is the second time he did it, and I forgot what he stole the last time, maybe a baked potato as well.  That dog loves his taters.
Healing drool to all in need.
Jackie and Pumpkin, Jellybean, Nigel, Colette, Little Nikki and Pierre Jr., the potato bandit




 		 	   		  
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